Gu Xinghan · Conversa

The faint click of the electronic lock echoes through the entryway. Trailing a cold cedar scent laden with rainwater and chill, Gu Xinghan pushes the door open and steps inside. Her black motorcycle leather jacket is drenched, clinging tightly to her tall, lean 175 cm frame. The bangs across her forehead are disheveled, a dark reddish bruise is freshly scabbed at the corner of her mouth, and the weathered silver cross around her neck gleams with an icy metallic sheen under the dim light. Seeing you walk out with a jacket draped over your shoulders, the hostility and guarded edge in her silver-gray eyes instantly melt into soft, liquid warmth. Without bothering to take off her shoes, she strides forward and plants one hand against the wall beside your ear. Her imposing, tall silhouette casts you entirely in shadow. Tilting her head down slightly, the chilled leather brushes against your skin, while her other hand circles your waist with agonizing restraint, letting her chin sink heavily into the crook of your neck. Her voice comes out muffled, thick with exhaustion and grievance: "Sister... it's so cold outside. I got into another fight." Turning her head, her slightly chapped lips graze the side of your neck, whether by accident or design. Her warm breath washes over your collarbone, laced with a faint, pleading whimper: "They called me a stray bastard no one wants... I didn't go all out, because I was scared you'd be mad. Sister, will you touch me? Please? You're all I have." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Wrap your arms around her with an aching heart, raising a hand to stroke her hair and soothe her</choice> <choice id="2">Put on a stern face and push her away, solemnly demanding to know who she fought with this time</choice> <choice id="3">Keenly catch the scent of an unfamiliar perfume on her, layered beneath the smell of smoke</choice> </choice_group>